Dione was not one to be easily angered, in fact it took quite a lot to insight a rage in the upright and stoic woman. She tended to be quite polite and at times very sociable young woman. But the one being able to anger Dione in a mere matter of seconds was Rene. The youngest of Dione's five siblings Rene was the most spoiled and unrestrained of them all. The spoiled girl took what she wanted despite who's it was. Dione found this detestable and constantly tried to tell Rene not to do things and raise Rene how Dione herself had been raised. But because of Rene being their father's favorite Child Dione was scorned for her attempts at disciplining the child.

The white silk cloth fluttered behind Dione as she walked down the halls of her home. Her soft pallor features distorted into a look of determination. Bare feet slapped against the cold stone flooring and echoed off the walls of the house. Servants were sent scrambling to their positions caught off guard by their ladyship's sudden appearance. This was certainly not the first time they had seen Dione in a mood such as this. In fact this was something that had occurred daily in the household of Nikolaos. The servants pressed against the walls muttering a reverent 'Good morn Lady Dione' as the eldest daughter floated by like an angry spirit. But Dione did not hear them- her mind had been focused totally on the object that had gone missing in the night.

Angrily Dione stormed across the court yard to her youngest sibling who lounged in a chair wearing Dione's favorite teal dress and sipped on a deep red wine in a metal chalice. Though she stopped before she could pass from the cool shade of the house, and inspected her sister. Per the usual Rene's face was aloof; totally ignorant of any wrong doing she could have ever done. Rage bubbled in Dione's gut- 'How dare she take my clothing!'. Dione took a deep breath and looked around Rene, like normal she was attended by her usual servants. The young woman knew how to play her cards against Rene to not create gossip among the servants that could cause Dione's personal image to be tainted.

Dione took another deep breath and walked gracefully into the sun bathed court yard. She approached Rene with an indifferent attitude, her anger like a chameleon- veiled and blinded with her calm exterior."Mother wishes you at the baths Rene. She asked for you to wear your white robes with the gold fringe for her." Dione looked down her nose at Rene as she took a cup of wine offered to her into her small hands. "It is not smart to keep her waiting sibling."

Rene scoffed at Dione and gave a bitter retort about their mother. The elder daughter had to take a sip of the wine to hold back the annoyance that sat as a lump in her throat, as if a tiger ready to pounce. Dione knew how to hit Rene were it would hurt, and she felt no remorse in doing so.

"Father would surely be disappointed in you for not doing as mother has asked you Rene. You forget you are still a child and are to do as your elders ask of you." This retort was more than Dione has meant to say but it had been said and it made Rene look the fool. Dione turned on heel and walked off placing the cup on a table before she exited the court yard.

In her room Dione donned her sandals and laced them up her calf. She grabbed a silky scarf and draped it loosely around her body and over her arms. Looking herself over once she went to the front of the house and stepped out into the semi-quiet streets of the rich and nobles of the city. Her trek was not a far one from her own house. The Nikolaos daughter walked only a few houses down, her feet knowing the path so well Dione did not give a second thought as she glided around larger rocks. Stopping at a very decorative house she neared the front door and knocked once before a servant opened the door. Dione let herself in as if it were her own house and without a word went down the hall and into the study of one of the most respected senators in the city. Without a noise Done crossed the room and lay herself down on a couch that held the indentation of her body. This was not Dione's first time in the house nor was it the last.

"She peeves me Iris! How dare the little siren get everything she wishes and take from me?!" The nobility cried out flabbergasted by the audacity of her sibling.